After

Chapter 8

Lauren zips up her makeup bag and looks at the finished product in the mirror. Layer upon layer of foundation covered her face in an attempt to hide her bruises, and to her surprise, it had worked. If she is correct, she probably has another half hour or so before she is supposed to be ready and she takes the time to sit on her mattress and relax as best she can. Her heart is racing at the thought of her wearing a short, skintight black dress in front of a bunch of drunken men, four of which either enjoy hurting her or enjoy watching her get hurt. She knows she will not be able to escape due to her most likely being the center of attention throughout the night.

The soft hum of the fan above her is the only sound in the room that is her prison within a prison. Her green eyes take in her surroundings for what seems the millionth time, she scans over every surface hoping for a secret door or anything that will get her out of this place but her attempts are futile. Before she knew it, the door to her room is opened to reveal Tristan standing in the doorway. He takes one look at her and a huge smile forms on his face. He commands her to stand up and she obeys immediately; at this point, she will obey them without second thought in an attempt to get beat just a little less. At first, she found it odd that she was given no shoes at the house and even for the event tonight, but now she realizes that it is so she feels even smaller compared to them. They have thought of everything.

Tristan walks over to her as his eyes continue to look up and down Lauren's body in awe. She is completely disgusted by him but does everything she can to look unfazed. He eventually reaches her and pulls her out of the room and into the large living room open directly to the kitchen. The smell of alcohol hits her nose and her eyes are greeted by a group of about twenty men talking and laughing loudly in groups. Within seconds of her stepping foot in the room, the men go silent and someone turns the music down as they all stare at her. The majority of them hold a hungry gaze in their eyes as lust attacks them as hard as the smell of alcohol hit Lauren when she first entered the large room.

Brad approaches her with a beer in hand and smile planted on his face. He brings her hand up to his face and kisses it gently. Lowering her hand back to her side, Brad begins to speak, "Gentlemen, this is the surprise I spoke of when inviting you all here today. I am sure you all know this is the beautiful Lauren Jauregui. Please feel free to do whatever you want with her as long as her clothes remain on and she remains in this area." She feels slightly relieved by Brad's rule about them having to keep her clothes on, but in the back of her mind, she thinks his reasoning is just that he can have her all to himself.

Man after man rushes towards her and greet her as she gives him her well known 'death stare.' A few men back away at her stare, but more are turned on: that was not her desired effect. One man sits down and pulls her into his lap as she shakes slightly. Another sits down beside them and places his hand on her upper thigh. They stay like this for a moment before another man pulls her to her feet and drags her out of the room. She is dragged into a bedroom and pushed down onto the bed. The unknown man is obviously already drunk and begins to fumble with his belt buckle.

Lauren, on the other hand, is completely frozen in fear. She knows what is about to happen but also knows this man has already disobeyed one of Brad's rules by taking her out of the living room, but if this man is already this drunk, could Brad already be too drunk to notice the lack of her presence. She never thought this would cross her mind, but she really hopes Brad finds her quickly.

Lauren finally regains control over her limbs and makes a move towards the now closed door. Once she is only about two feet away from the door, the man grabs her and throws her against the wall and she cries out in pain. He runs his finger through his blonde hair and a scowl appears on his face, "Don't try and get away from me. The more you struggle, the longer this will take." He grabs her again and pushes her up against the bed and begins to unzip her dress as she still attempts to get away from him but fails.